When she was Six I felt like doing drabbles…
"Daddy?"
He didn't respond but she knew he heard her. He always did.
"Can I get makeup?"
He glanced down at the little girl hanging on to his hand. She was looking up at him with that hopeful, little smile and those big grey eyes.
"No."
"How come?" she pouted.
"You're six, Anna. Ya don't need makeup."
She sighed and walked with him quietly for a while.
"Is it 'cause I'm pretty already?"
"Yep."
Whatever ended this conversation.
He looked back at her again. She was staring up at him with those eyes again.
"Really?"
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't think it."
She smiled at him, not at all like that Cheshire smile. It was more serene, sweet even.
"Daddy?"
"I think you're pretty too."
That was the first time she made him laugh out loud.
…
She was on her knees in the booth. She hadn't eaten all of her food so she couldn't have any sweets. Maybe she could get some of his treats.
"Can I have some?"
"This?"
He held up the mug.
She nodded.
Keeping a straight face, he pushed the mug to her. She leaned over the dark liquid, peering at it.
"Is it good?"
"Do you want it or not, darlin'?"
"I do."
She used both of her little hands to grip the mug. Holding it just before her lips, she sniffed at it. She peeked over at Logan who was pulling out his wallet.
Well, he wouldn't drink it if it was nasty, right?
She took a big gulp of it in her mouth. Her eyes widened incredibly large and spit the foul liquid back into the mug. She shuddered violently and made over-exaggerated gagging noises.
"Ew, ew, ew, ew! Why do you drink that? It's gross!"
He arched a brow and looked into the back-washed mug. He placed her picked-over food in front of her. She just then noticed he'd moved her juice out of reach.
"You'll get the taste out if you eat your food."
He'd never thought anyone that young could scowl so darkly.
…
He looked at his daughter, cowering at the top of the slide. Then down to the mutt sitting at the base of it.
"Are you serious?"
"He's scary! Make him leave!"
"I'm not gonna let the dog get you."
"Promise?"
"Yeah."
"You have to promise!"
Big sigh.
"I promise."
With one eye on the dog, she climbed down the ladder at the back. Even when her feet hit the ground, the dog didn't move.
"Leave her alone and let's go."
He didn't realize that he'd just said the other magic word.
"She's a girl? Can we keep her please?"
…
A/N: Drabbles are 100 words so I use the word loosely for lack of a better one.